Poems begining by I
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 67
© Alfred Tennyson
And then I know the mist is drawn
A lucid veil from coast to coast,
And in the dark church like a ghost
Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.
Immortality
© Joseph Addison
O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright,
profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight,
In these days . . .
© Ebenezer Elliott
In these days, every mother's son or daughter
Writes verse, which no one reads except the writer,
In The Enchanted Tower
© Edith Nesbit
THE waves in thunderous menace break
Upon the rocks below my tower,
And none will dare the Sea-king's power
And venture shipwreck for my sake.
Idyll XXIV. The Infant Heracles
© Theocritus
"Sleep, children mine, a light luxurious sleep,
Brother with brother: sleep, my boys, my life:
Blest in your slumber, in your waking blest!"
I Grieved For Buonaparte
© William Wordsworth
I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with a vain
And an unthinking grief! The tenderest mood
Of that Man's mind--what can it be? what food
Fed his first hopes? what knowledge could 'he' gain?
Inscription for a Medicinal Fountain at the Leasowes
© William Shenstone
Thou sacred nymph! whose pious care
Pours from thine urn this mineral rill,
Whose healing draughts, like crystal fair,
In pleasing murmurs here distil.
I Swear
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I swear, since seeing Your face,
the whole world is fraud and fantasy
The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
or blossom. The distracted birds
can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.
In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII
© Alfred Tennyson
And shall I take a thing so blind,
Embrace her as my natural good;
Or crush her, like a vice of blood,
Upon the threshold of the mind?
In Memory Of John And Robert Ware
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
No mystic charm, no mortal art,
Can bid our loved companions stay;
The bands that clasp them to our heart
Snap in death's frost and fall apart;
Like shadows fading with the day,
They pass away.
"I'd love to have you on a rainy day"
© Lesbia Harford
I'd love to have you on a rainy day
Tucked in a chair, my head against your knee
To sit and dream with. Sometime you must be
My home-sharer whom rain can't keep away.
In The Garden VII: Early Autumn
© Edward Dowden
IF while I sit flatter'd by this warm sun
Death came to me, and kiss'd my mouth and brow,
Isolation
© Arthur Symons
When your lips seek my lips they bring
That sorrowful and outcast thing
My heart home from its wandering.
Impending Doom
© Wilhelm Busch
Es machen sich die Fliegen
Ein luftig Tanzvergnüge n.
Der Frosch, der denkt: Nur munter!
Ihr kommt schon noch herunter!
In The Dials
© William Ernest Henley
To GARRYOWEN upon an organ ground
Two girls are jigging. Riotously they trip,
II from Lifes Testament
© William Baylebridge
The brain, the blood, the busy thews
That quickened in the primal ooze
Support me yet; till ice shall grip
The heart of Earth, no strength theyll lose.
In The Manner Of Spenser
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
O peace, that on a lilied bank dost love
To rest thine head beneath an olive tree,
I would that from the pinions of thy dove
One quill withouten pain yplucked might be!
Incidents in the life of my Uncle Arly
© Edward Lear
O my aged Uncle Arly!
Sitting on a heap of Barley
